Tom: A minor•
Verse 1
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Am
G
Am
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Walking through
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the mind of Mystikal
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G
No holds barred
Still don't give a fuck about y'all
Verse 2
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G
I'm still not the nigga to fuck with busta
? the average nigga don't fuck with me
G
ain't much none of ya'll niggas can do with me
Typically speakin',
Am
I'm not what your seekin'
that I be keepin'
I fuck like a Mahican, ain't
Am
G
drunk like them demons,
G
Am
of those pu erto ricans
G
Am
G
Get it off your chest
Don't run on my set,
I'm breakin' your neck
If you gettin' upset I'm
breakin' a sweat
Dm
Y'all niggas ain't ready yet
Am
I'm catching my breath,
G
y'all niggas ain't findin wind
I'm keepin' they momma
G
I done fucked up more niggas
Dm
G
then Heineken
Am
Fuck, I'm cute as a puppy,
Now how you gonna fuck me,
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G
that bitch get lucky she fucked me
Dm
And now that hoe can 't
Dm
Am
G
I'm thinkin' of much wealth,
come tell ya how gettin' fucked felt
Ask them niggas that know me now
Even them bitches will tell you
I'm somthin' else
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G
Bitches, they like my good looks
But niggas can't stand that right hook
Am
G
They might look but they stay put
I done stomped more niggas than Big Foot
Dm
Am
What I mean is I'm grand,
G
you can't fuck with this peacan man
You don't know who I am, you goin' too fast,
slow down Tito, damn
Verse 3
ring the alarm
and I'm in the swarm
Am
My niggas are already armed
G
Were turnin' this bitch into Vietnam
Am
Nigga go ring the alarm
and I'm in the swarm
My niggas are already armed
Were turnin' this bitch into Desert Storm
Verse 4
Am
I stick to the left like a thumb tack
G
I hum that to the drum track
Am
No wives, tote no knives,
G
Bitch I'm sharper then a pair of Filas
Am
See I'm humble, you fuckin' 'em right,
Don't stumble,
hoe I ? the seen it for your fuckin' gumbo
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G
When a homie compare me,
but spare me i'm a rap figure
Am
Please never don't dare me,
G
bitch I barely kept an ? nigga
Am
G
I run with the real niggas,
they kill, they them ill niggas
Am
You best to chill niggas,
run- of- the- mill niggas
Dm
Am
Here's what you gonna feel nigga
Verse 5
Am
Dm
G
Heavy pressure from both sides,
as the brain collides
Verse 6
tellin' them lip lies,
I split thighs, bitch don't ask me for shit
You get nothin',
Dm
no tighter then grip ?
Am
G
Fuck nig ga, don't bother me and try to be,
and tired of me
Am
G
Walkin' out the hood with more
Dm
G
bitches number then lottery
Dm
Am
Look, I like fuckin' around,
G
but I ain't fuckin' with no fuckery
Am
Luckily, none of you nig gas in here
G
ain't cold enough to fuck with me
Am
G
Fuck niggas can't touch that,
no ?, get the fuck back
Am
G
Fore you find yourself achin from
Dm
you ass crack to your nut sack
Am
G
I run these hoe brand niggas
from the back of the map
To the front of China
Just when you thought it was
Am
G
safe to back in the water,
Dm
G
Dm
I'm right behind ya
Verse 7
Am
Dm
G
We as one must combine to
never be stopped nann man
Verse 8
G
fiendins, demons, devils,
Griffins, goons, raidin' rebels
Am
Women, wizards, warlocks, witches
Am
G
Gold, platnium, silver, copper
Any kind of pussy popper gets
wopped or chopped
Dm
G
When Mystikal hits that door,
Dm
Am
now watch
Nigga want a big cock,
Dm
get popped like Hitchcock
Am
G
When I rib shot, when I hip hop,
that zip lock that's thick knot
Am
Ohh, it's goin though me,
When E.F. Hutton talks
everybody listens
Verse 9
Dm
G
Dm
[Chorus: x2]
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